The Key of Love

Oh, Masterchef, you delight me. I got home last night in time to collapse in front of Masterchef asking three chefs to put their "food dreams" on a plate. One of them food dreams about a seafood restaurant on a tropical island. He represented this as a sort of coral reef made out of seafood in a green broth. But! He was concerned about his burnt lemon purée. Very concerned. He mentioned it often, and every time he did, they showed a close-up of a blob of it. They didn't actually circle it as I have done below, but I think they wanted to. Either that, or play the Jaws music.



Look at it, oozing burnt lemon malevolence!

Today I unpacked my travel bag and found a piece of paper that I'd scribbled a note on, reminding me to say that we drove past a sign that said:

FOR SALE
CHRISTMAS TURKEYS AND ALIVE

Which is an odd way to put it.